Bondage femdom story
I met Ekaterina in college, she and I are taking the same classes. She is not French : Ekaterina left her native Bulgaria to study in France. She is a pretty girl of 20 years with beautiful shapes, with long brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes and especially a small accent to crack.
But the first day I saw her, it was mostly her feet that I noticed. She had to do 36 or 37. Small feet in sandals, revealing her toes made up of a black varnish. I imagined their taste, it must be delicious.
She also likes to wear Converses, letting out her little white socks or even a few pairs of ballet flats.
Very soon Ekaterina and I became close. Hard not to chat for hours on Facebook or talk to each other on the phone. We did not say anything exceptional, not yet intimate confidences, we talked mainly about our studies and our student life in general.
Often, after classes, we used to go part of the way together. That night, while it was still mild for a late September, we decided to take a break on the beach. There was no big crowd. Ekaterina wore a skirt, leaving her legs bare, and at the feet a pair of white converses that she decided to take off to make herself more comfortable.
I was enjoying the show. His varnished feet, a little reddening, seemed to suffer from the heat and this walk.
We stayed a good ten minutes on this beach, enjoying the Indian summer, before doing another few meters together and everyone returns to their apartment.
All night, I was thinking about that moment. I was mad that I didn’t dare tell him anything about his feet. Something quite innocuous, like asking her if she was hurting or giving her some kind of compliment.
This vision, reinforced by the complicity I have with Ekaterina, prompted me to want to address this topic with her. I wanted his feet. Touch them, smell their smell, discover their taste.
A few days later, as usual, we return together. We live a few blocks from each other. That evening, as I had to return a book to him, I invited him to come by my house. She’s the first one to come. She quickly takes her marks, settles on the clic-clac while I pour her a drink.
- “You don’t mind if I take my shoes off ? My feet are a little tired, ” she threw at me.
You talk if it bothers me ! Truth be told, even in my most twisted fantasies, I would never have hoped so much. - “No Of course go ahead, make yourself comfortable.”
She then gently removes her converses, then her socks. Her feet are there, naked in front of my eyes. Nails always beautifully varnished.
In my head, everything freaks out. I bring him his glass of water and, at the same time, I imagine a multitude of scenarios all crazier than each other. This time my state of excitement is such that I launch myself, without thinking too much about it. - “Do your feet hurt ? “I told him, a little hesitant.
– « Yes… » - “A massage ? »
She’s surprised. She probably did not expect such a proposal. - “You want to give me a massage ? Feet ? Isn’t that a little weird… ? »
- “Why would it be weird ? If it’ll do you any good ! And you know they say I’m a good masseur.” Finally, I’m quite proud of my argument found in a quarter of a second !
- “Oh and then after all, since it is proposed so kindly”.
It’s here, it’s now. Barely a month after our meeting, it’s already the moment when I’m about to touch his feet.
Ekaterina now lies on the couch, I sit in my turn and takes her feet on my lap. I can smell their sweet fragrance, very pleasant. They’re still a little warm, barely sweaty. Strangely, it’s not to displease me.
“Sorry about the smell,” she says, timidly. - “What smell ? I don’t feel anything at all, ” I told her as I began my massage, so as not to offend her.
I would have loved to tell him that this smell, on the contrary, made me even more want to approach my face to his plants.
I perform my massage as if nothing happened and this situation was perfectly normal. I love running my hand over her feet, stroking her soles, titillating her toes. - “You have nice feet »
- “Ah Well you think ? They are ugly though »
- “I disagree. They are all cute on the contrary ! »
She thanked me, but seemed surprised in my opinion.
I’m going.
– “You know, there’s something I need to tell you. You’ll probably find it weird, but it’s important that it comes out.” - “Ah ? Well tell me »
- “I would have warned you it’s space eh … but here, I love feet.” It says so. No more backtracking possible. My heart is racing and must pulse at 150.
- “I mean ? »
– “That is to say that it is a part of the body, in girls, that excites me a lot … it is called a fetish”.
She’s heard of it before. At least that’s what she tells me. - “And you mean here, my feet…” I won’t let her finish her sentence.
– « Yes. I like them very much .”
Ekaterina looks at me, interlocked. I’m continuing.
“You know, I wouldn’t have said that to any girl. But I feel like it’s different with you. I thought you might understand my weirdness. And then it’s true that I’ve always noticed your feet … they’re perfect .”
– « Oh.. Well, thank you then, ” Ekaterina told me. “I understand your fetishism, it does not disgust me so much that you feared.”
Here I am reassured and relieved to have been able to share with him this heavy secret. - “How about you go ahead and try some other stuff ? “I said to him while stroking his petons.
- “Why not.. Maybe it’s funny .”
Ekaterina offers me her feet. I can finally smell them more closely, impregnate myself with their perfume. I put one on my face, then two. It’s sweet, it’s so good. I take one, take it in front of my mouth and put my tongue in it. Then the second. The taste is divine.
I totally lose grip in the face of what surrounds me, I even ignore Ekaterina’s reaction, I see only her feet. My tongue now literally cleans its plants, from heel to toe. I’ll spend hours there.
A phone ringtone abruptly interrupts this intense moment. Ekaterina’s roommate wants it. I have to abandon her feet, she relapses while telling me that she apologizes for this phone call.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling at the door, probably embarrassed by what had just happened.
The state of frustration in which she leaves me is total but leaves me hope to imagine a continuation of our adventures. And the memory of an unforgettable experience.